
Easter and Thoughts of the Least of These
It was Easter week, a week of sunshine, warm weather and birds singing me awake each morning. It was a time for thinking about the hope that is part of the season, the promise made and kept by the perfect promise keeper, Jesus Christ. My spirits soared with the awesome music of a choir at my church. It was astonishingly beautiful as we celebrated the eternal truth of Easter. He is alive. Ken and I enjoyed a marvelous meal at a favorite restaurant late Easter afternoon. When I

Living Below Emotional Means
I don’t remember what current fear I was sharing in a phone call with my youngest daughter, Jeanne-Marie. Nor do I remember when. I do remember where. I was living in a small cabin on a Minnesota lake. She said I would be such a witness for God, if I could just come to realize, understand and accept that God did not give us a spirit of fear. She likely quoted this verse from Timothy. I was fairly Biblically illiterate then. I had a huge Bible given to me by my mother but I se